[center]Donny Lee Yang - Arms Slave[/center] [b]"Sweepers!?"[/b] Arms Slave nearly stepped on the brakes. Sweepers were a fairly secrete, or rather, unknown organization. No one really talks about them because there isn't an organization, and being a Sweeper is just sort of something that people claim to be, like being part of the Ebon Strykers. Sweepers don't have the same fame as the guilds and for good reason; they represented an ideology. A sense of justice that in a way, counteracts Deep Ground's natural inclination to war with one another. To protect each other instead of just being a horde of players looking for a fight. Of course, dig in deeper and you'd find that the Sweepers aren't as heroic as it's unspoken propaganda claims. Sweepers were either idealistic players being manipulated to harass certain players, or wetworkers who were willing to threaten physical harm in the real world. Arms Slave used to be the former, before eventually evolving to the latter. He wondered where Corpse Collector fell in those two categories; a naive player thinking she found her order of knights, or just another madwoman looking to justify her treachery? Arms Slave didn't say anything about the Sweepers aside from his initial exclamation. Better for him to keep his affiliations as secretive as he can, even if Corpse Collector knew the truth. So he changed to a different topic when she asked him if he was really going to go see the Black King. [b]"Yeah, I mean, I'm going to try to join the Ebon Stykers! I don't trust the Black King any more than I can throw her, which in this once instance might not be the best example, but either way I don't really plan to swear my loyalty or anything. I just figured that since the Ebon Stykers are finally gearing up, there'd be more fighting here in Deep Ground! I tell ya, the biggest fight I ever got into? Twenty players, everyman for himself. Wasn't even a guild fight! There are at least two thousand or so players active at any given time, and that's not even scratching the amount of players registered in the world! In all my years playing Deep Ground, I thought I get to be part of something big, you know, like a full out war. But these guilds sit on their asses and have some skirmishes or competitions, hell Ivory Masks seems more interested getting their own players killed!"[/b] Soon the Arms Slave could see the obsidian tower that housed the Black King. It wasn't long until they'd reach it now. [b]"Nah... I want a war. I want to see people left and right of me dying every second, for hours on end. I thought maybe, one day, a guild might try to flex their muscles and wage that war, but they're all too pansy. But when the Black King called out to everyone, I just knew that this was what I was looking for. Someone who's willing to disturb the water, break the balance, and tear down these stupid limits we've put on ourselves. I don't trust the Black King, but I definitely know that she's about to get herself into a big fight, and I want to be there to kill every mother fuc-"[/b] Arms Slave was cut short when he saw a Desolation chase after some small player. She seemed to be trying to run away, and Arms Slave was about to drive in and save her when some random player just swooped in and killed it. [b]"Ah, hold up. Looks like that kid there could use some help."[/b] Arms Slave drove up next towards the player, Smitten Kitten. [b]"Hey kid! Need a ride?"[/b] --- [center]Restu Goroshi - Dark Wraith[/center] [b]"I see."[/b] So this Corpse Collector was a hacker. That would explain why Dark Wraith as never heard of her. She likely has been eluding the Sweepers all this time, no doubt aware of their existence. If Dark Wraith was right, Corpse Collector likely had her own code that obscured not just her character information, but her entire player information. Dark Wraith would need to update her own code to work around Corpse Collector's if Moon Rider really wanted Dark Wraith to eliminate the player. And now that she understood where their standing was, Dark Wraith felt the tension ease, just a little. She didn't need to dance around the issue with Moon Rider, though the necromancer still didn't trust her fully. All this meant was that Dark Wraith didn't have to pretend that Moon Rider didn't know what she was talking about when she asked Dark Wraith to eliminate Corpse Collector. This was business now, not just a game. Dark Wraith still wasn't sure how the elimination of a single player would cement the Ebon Styker's hold into Deep Ground, but that wasn't what Dark Wraith was asked to look into. She had been tasked to take out Corpse Collector, and by extension, the player who controlled her. What Moon Rider did with the results ultimately wasn't Dark Wraith's concerned now that she had an idea of what the job is. After Moon Rider spoke, another entity arrived. Curved Solitaire, also known as Allen Docson. Healer Class Level 2, an excellent student despite his mother being an average player without a father to support them. So far has yet to join any guild or known organizations, but seems to have participated in many group instances. [i]"He would be useful."[/i] Dark Wratih thought to herself. Curved Solitaire spoke up towards Moon Rider nervously, making his uncertainty apparently obvious. Dark Wraith made a note to make sure Curved Solitaire had some extra training; his abilities were quite interesting and a healer would always be needed for groups. As Curved Solitaire spoke to the Black King Dark Wraith used the private message system to message her various associates in a string of code. 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It'll take some time for anyone to respond, but anyone who does would have something for Dark Wraith to use.